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An exhausted woman, her lovable but
slightly clueless husband, and her angelic
but ice cream stained 5 year old daughter
are walking through a parking lot to their
car.
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| V.O.: |
CARLAAAAA.
CAAARLAAAAHH.CARLA!
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She sees a gorgeous armchair sitting
alone in a nearby patch of lushy blowing
grass. It's calling to her and occasionally
she sees her name super-imposed all
over it.
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CARLA CARLA CARLA
CAAAARLAAAAHHHHH!
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She drops her bags, hands her daughter
to her husband, and is drawn to the chair.
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Upon sitting she is transported to a world
where her daughter is clean, her husband
is attentive, and she's well rested and gorgeous.
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WHEN SOMETHING'S GOT
YOUR NAME ALL OVER IT,
YOU SIMPLY WILL NOT BE
DENIED.
FURNITURE LAND SOUTH.
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Shaken from her fantasy world, both her
daughter and husband are trying to reason
with her and get her to leave the
chair. She clings to it like a junky or like a
woman possessed. She has no intention
of letting the fantasy go.
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WE'D BRING THE ENTIRE
STORE ROOM TO YOU IF WE
COULD, BUT IT WOULD
PROBABLY BE EASIER ON
EVERYBODY ELSE IF YOU
JUST CAME BY TO SEE US.
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The address of FLS appears on the
screen.
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